engraving depicting a handsome elf in an officer's gala uniform. Once again, she realised that his smile was so very familiar, as if she were looking in a mirror. She stroked the picture with the tips of her fingers and closed the locket, then placed it on the desk top.
She then picked up several sheets of paper and looked at the drawings painted by her hand. The first one showed a green forest lit from above by the hot summer sun. Although she had made it when she was only a few years old, it brought back memories of that July afternoon when her mother had taken her to an elven town deep in the French wilderness. They were then visiting her grandmother Jeviev, who, like every woman in their family, bore the same name. The girl was delighted with the place and was eager to revisit this memory. She smiled even wider and put the drawing aside.
The second picture showed her and her mother walking in a crowd on the Royal Tract. They both looked magnificent and the figures around them seemed to be just dark outlines. It had been one of her childhood dreams - that her mother would be able to devote more time to her daughter, but she understood now that she could not count on it coming true because her mother worked to support them both.
She looked at the third drawing and sighed. There was only a barely outlined bench and two figures in the picture. Her and Draco. She remembered drawing it on the very day they first met. She closed her eyes and remembered how they had accidentally bumped into each other, not knowing at the time that this very moment would change their lives.
She put the drawing down on the other two and pulled a gold ribbon from the very bottom. Before her eyes stood that very December evening, it was her birthday. It was already dark and fresh snow was slowly falling from the sky. They were standing under a dragon bush in one of the parks
